"How could that be? You, you… Quayle, you mustn't listen to this b*tch's nonsense! How could I have such thoughts? Please believe me—I wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if I had a hundred guts!"
Quayle didn't give David a chance to speak. As a person of high status, he couldn't accept anyone coveting his position.
He kicked David in the chest, and before the latter could react, another punch landed on his nose.
With just two attacks, David spat out a mouthful of blood and kneeled on the ground. His face was pale, but he couldn't say anything.
"I thought you had something important to do tonight, but I didn't expect you to offend Miss Sharon. I think you're tired of living!" Quayle took his band back and took out his personal handkerchief to wipe it. Then, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "Miss Sharon, I'm really sorry. My men have caused you trouble again; please punish me."
